Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
There was something about Emily that he couldn’t deny himself. Her sweet mouth, the blue of her eyes, her full tits and juicy ass. There was so much about her that he craved.
He knew this was a deadly combination. It was not a good thing to be falling for this woman. He didn’t believe in love. Love was nothing more than a commercial ideal. Something weak people fell for.
She ran her hands up his thighs. Her touch tentative at first, and he watched as she licked her lips. He tried not to succumb to this need, but it was too great. She was a temptation.
She covered his hand with her own, and then her tongue danced across the tip of his cock. Pre-cum already covered the tip, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth. He was so close to orgasm already, which was insane, as he had a release less than an hour ago.
Emily took the head of his cock into her mouth, and moaned around his length.
He let go of his cock and allowed her to take over. He sat back and watched her.
“That’s it, don’t use your teeth.” He groaned.
She was the perfect student.
Emily danced her tongue across the head of his dick, and then took him into her mouth. She sucked him down until he hit the back of her throat, and then she pulled up. She always did have a way with how she sucked him off, and he watched her, unable to look away.
I do not love this woman.
She was a means to an end.
His wife.
He gritted his teeth, trying to count to ten, but it was impossible, he was going to come.
“I’m going to come, Emily, but you’re not allowed to swallow. I want to see it in your mouth, do you hear me?”
She hummed her approval, and then took him right over the edge. He placed his fingers at her throat and felt her work his cock, but she didn’t swallow. When it was all over, he got her to kneel in front of him, and he got to his knees, a little shakily. Her gaze was wide, and when he asked her to open her mouth, she tilted her head back, and there was his cum, waiting to be devoured.
“Swallow it,” he said.
He watched as she took every single drop.
Chapter Seven
Emily sat in the library. This is where she went most of the time when Dom was away on business. It was strange, as she now had the run of the house and could go into the gardens as well. The restrictions had been lifted, but she didn’t have any desperate need to go anywhere.
She and Dom had been married for over a week, and it had been an intense week. The truth was, it was only yesterday they finally got changed. Any clothes they attempted to wear had been destroyed in their desperation for one another.
Emily had expected to feel a little bored, or perhaps for Dom to get bored. So far, nothing. In fact, they had been married a week, and he’d been gone most of today, and it was a scary thought but she did miss him. There was also a little fear she tried to ignore.
Her father was still out there, and if he chose to, he could hurt Dom. She didn’t want to see him hurt. Running fingers through her hair, she got up from her seat on the sofa and made her way toward the gardens. She had never imagined her life turning out like this. Going from being kidnapped to married, to craving her own husband was insane.
Placing a hand at her neck and tilting her head to the opposite side, she let out a little moan. She felt a little tense, and as she closed her eyes, it was like she could feel Dom at her back.
This morning, before he left for work, they had enjoyed a shower. What had started as a playful battle, where she wanted to wash his body with the soap and her hands, Dom had won. Of course he had won. Dom always won.
And it wasn’t long before he had her hands flat against the wall, her body bent forward, and her ass tilted out, so he could take her from behind. As he did so, she was pretty sure he was close to touching her ass, only he’d stroked her body. Cupped the cheeks of her ass, and then held onto her shoulders as he fucked her harder than ever before. She still felt a little sore from his possession.
At the sound of the library door closing, Emily turned around, and as if she had conjured him up from her memories, there was her husband.
“You’re back,” she said.
“Strip.”
The command was rough, and at first she hesitated, not sure if she had heard it. The glint in his eye told her she hadn’t misheard anything.